Coming Home

He stood at the door
of his own home
Hand shaking
He took a breath
Forced calm

A small boy
A birthday surprise
Not knowing, his wish
His own daddy
Stood outside

Make a wish, quick
Mommy had said
he knew what it was
A whole year had stood
Between a boy, his dad

Now missing some part
The soldier felt he was not whole
But he had held true
On the field, under his flag
For country he did not fold

His hand again shook
He went in and stood above
A small boy, his heart's wish
And then when he turned
His boy, his love

A soldier's heart
Beat in his chest
No matter how he had come home
For his family, his country
He had proudly done his best